to mourn the living
stupid, stupid, stupid, shut up, shut up, shut up
when you are kind, others find refuge in your soul.
they will feel it’s warm, welcoming glow.
but those who only find the glow within you, don’t stay for long.
Some will try to peel back your wallpaper instead of just asking how you got here.
Some will sleep on your couch and pinky promise they will never leave.
but just like clockwork,
they collect themselves, and they leave without saying goodbye.
they will blame your emptiness on difference of opinion or even point fingers at your own cracks in the ceiling.
and you will have to let them.
and you will mourn the loss of them, stupidly, ironically.
you will still love them.
and you will watch them whisper words about you to others.
and you will watch them separate themselves from you and you can never tell if it is in shame of you or in shame of themselves.
you will still remember their favorite color and how their laughter filled the missing pieces within you.
you will still remember the cheek kisses and the silent smiles.
and you will blame yourself for why they left.
and you will let the grief swallow you.
and sometimes the anger will take it’s bite too.
because emptiness in kind people isn’t fair.
but you can’t blame yourself for the light they took.
you can’t blame yourself if they never said goodbye.
you can’t blame yourself for loss.
not even the loss of the living.
